🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- I highly doubt that, but thank you anyway. Then, let me give you a souvenir in return; it's hanging on that wall, feel free to take it.

—So, it's a diamond pickaxe? —he assessed the weapon.

The young man hesitated. Accepting the gift left a bad feeling in his soul—as if he were taking advantage of a lonely old man. But after the morning attack, he wanted to compromise with his conscience; he might not care about himself, but he couldn't possibly let others become victims of the Black Knight. If he fails, Linshi will be exiled to the wastelands, and the others will simply be turned into nothing at Tannus's convenience.
"Now you're even making excuses for yourself, Asmidul," a mocking voice echoed in his head. "For self-defense and for a good cause, and so as not to offend the old man. But in reality, you're just eyeing its stats; don't lie to yourself or the readers. Although, with your strength, it won't make much difference anyway."
"But will it be enough to fend off that morning girl?" the voice from his other shoulder echoed. "Smash her head, and then throw her into the furnace with Revan. No one will miss her anyway."

Shaking off the schizophrenic thoughts, he finally reached out to take the gift.
—Thank you, Lukon. You know, I've read that a part of the master's soul sometimes remains in the items he creates or uses. I promise I will continue your work with this pickaxe. And you, please take care of yourself and get well soon... as much as possible.